“Meet me at the Arch.”
“At McDonald’s? Doesn’t seem very picturesque. What, is Ronald McDonald going to be there? Take some shots of me riding the little merry-go-round, carousel thingy?” Sherry thought it was an odd spot for a photo shoot, but now she was hungry and ready to go.
Charley sighed, “No, that’s the Golden Arches. THE Arch. Outside McKinney Hall on the other side of campus?”
“Oh, that arch,” now deflated, she could have really gone for some french fries. “What time?”
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